On the way home, we were discussing all of the birthdays in October. Aside from The Brat and I doing some birthday bowling, we had been invited to several birthday parties just this weekend.
Me: Well, there are a lot of birthdays in October. January is a cold month.
Brat: Yeah. I’m Daddy’s birthday present.
Me: What? You’re MY birthday present. I got to come home from the hospital with you on MY birthday.
Brat: Nope. I am EXACTLY 9 months from Daddy’s birthday.
The Man: …
Me: [please insert loud, hysterical laughter here] [and here] [and here]
Because she is. EXACTLY.
I’m sure 16-ish years ago, they told me when I conceived. And I probably laughed then too, realizing that it meant that our birthday sex gave us both a birthday baby.
I just never really thought that SHE* had realized it too.
Who says you never use math in real life?
*Gah! “Sweet 16”, my ass.
I know. There really ISN’T a good response to that. So I said, now you know what I did for your dad for his birthday.
I think, hands down, I am MOTMFY
That’s what you get for raising such a smart and witty child. It’s your own fault really.
Yeah.. she’s a pretty cool kid. Just. SO. MOUTHY. I can’t imagine where she gets THAT from.
Proof that she? is yours. HAHAHAHAHA. Love. LOVE.
I totally didn’t get it at first. Proof that while you DO use math in real life, the older you get, the harder it is to do simple things like add. Happy Birthday to you!